Here is Chapter 2! Yay
Im not going to give a long intro for this one just the disclaimer that Otherworld and Darkest Powers do not belong to me but the AMAZING Kelley Armstrong! Enjoy...
Chapter Two: Wolves
CHLOE POV
I was blushing a lot more now, thanks to my relationship with Derek. My aunt had decided it was time for her to give me the full version of "THE TALK" now that I had a real boyfriend. Kit, Simon, and Tori were busy laughing and making jokes about werewolf babies. Derek snickered under his breath.
Before I could stomp off to far a large warm hand wrapped around mine. His loud laughs distracting me from the embarrassment for a short while. I love the way his laugh sounds. A deep rumbling that you can feel run across every nerve ending in your body; or at least to me if felt that way.
We walked around the small town in a comfortable silence, just taking in the sights. As we passed a delicious smelling bakery my stomach growled loudly. The sound made my face heat up and Derek's beautiful laugh filled the air.
"What do you want? It's all on me of course." I rolled my eyes before tilting my head to the delicious looking donuts in the bakery window.
"Wait a minute. Where'd you get money from?"
He pulled two twenty dollar bills from his pocket and grinned.
"Dad gave me an extra twenty. I had a bit left over from my savings after paying for my license."
Down the small street is a cluster of trees large enough for half a dozen picnic tables. All the tables are empty due to the chilly September air.
"How's some donuts and a picnic sound?"
Derek leans down and kisses my forehead.
"Sounds perfect."
There go those stupid butterflies again.
I can't pass up a blueberry muffin and then take forever to decide on tea in a to-go cup. Derek buys a large coffee, half a dozen donuts, and a bagel. Derek paid and piled everything up into his arms carrying it all the way to the tables.
We spent most of the afternoon and evening there. It was so much fun. Our first real date that didn't involve running or fighting for our lives. I learned so much about Derek. I felt privileged that he trusted me enough to share dark parts of his past. I told him about my dreams, my mom. Everything. I couldn't remember the last time I had talked about myself so much.
Once it got to be around five, we started getting ready to walk back to the hotel. The sun still had a few hours until it set. We were walking in comfortable silence again.
I felt calm and relaxed. And then after ten seconds of serenity Derek stiffened. A small alley covered in thick shadows. His large body moved silently closer to mine. I watched as his head swiveled back and forth from the building across the street and back to the alley. He did this over and over.
Footsteps from the alley make me jump and Derek's growl fills the silence. Turning to face the threat completely, his dark eyes menacing. His tall frame seemed to grow taller and his chest puffed out. A blonde woman made her way out of the shadows.
As the light hit her face I recognized her from the group of people with the small girl at the DMV.
"We need to talk pup." Instead of a soft female voice, a deep southern drawl sounded from across the street. As the strong independent necromancer I am, I squeaked. Derek pulled me closer, pushing me back so that he shielded me from the two strangers. The blonde man stood a few feet away from us. I could feel Derek's muscles tighten under my hands. The man stared with calculating eyes for a moment before looking back to Derek.
"You can bring the girl with you, we'll talk in a public place if you prefer." It was the woman this time. Her voice smooth and emotionless. Her authority seemed to resonate in the air around us.
"Do I really have a choice?"
Instead of answering the blonde just gives Derek a hard stare.
"I'm Elena," as she speaks she turns and faces the blonde man. "That's Clay."
Without another word she led the way to a busy and populated street. Derek pulled me closer into his side; so close I had to focus on not tripping over his feet. Elena and Clay walked ahead of us leading the way to an old diner.
In a back corner booth, where all of Derek's attention focused, I could see a man with a full head of thick black hair. He stared down at the table as if studying the fake wood grains.
What have we gotten ourselves into?
"Werewolves," Derek's murmur was quiet, so much so that I thought maybe I hadn't really heard it. But Derek made a pointed look at all three of them and flared his nostrils. Oh great. This can't be good.
I know this one is a bit short...sorry
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